Chapter Twenty Four
It had been two weeks since Andre had told Mary that her brothers had helped her father kill his wife and daughter. She had said nothing about it since. They had seen nothing of the Wolves of her community either, and Andre started to hope that they had given them the slip.
Mary didn't even have a birth certificate, let alone the passport necessary to escape from the Americas, so they had set their eyes on the place where Andre had spent his childhood, high in the north of Quebec. The pair had slipped through the border into Canada on foot, leaving behind the car. They had spent the rest of Andre's money buying a car to continue their journey as quickly as they could.
"It won't be long before your credit cards max out," Mary said abruptly from the passenger seat.
His injuries were still bothering him, but enough time had passed that his stomach was completely healed and his knee was good enough to drive, though it quickly stiffened.
"We'll make it."
She shrugged, and he felt a pang hit him hard. She had refused to embrace her Wolf since they had last seen Peter, even while they were going through the wilderness. She walked beside him while he was with his Bear. Whether it was the emotional toll this flight was having on her, or their diet–it was too early in the spring and there wasn't really anything to forage. They had been subsisting on whatever he could hunt–she had become listless and unfocused.
The pines and spruces had become maples and elms, indicating that they had gone farther east than Andre had realized. Well, if they didn't know where they were going, maybe the werewolves wouldn't either.
"What are you thinking?" he pressed, slowing down so he could look at Mary.
She smiled at him. "I'm just feeling a little sick. I just need a rest—"
The jazzy music of Zoe's cell phone interrupted them. They had received no communication from it, but Andre was unwilling to let it go, hoping that other Bears would reach out to them again. In his eagerness to answer it, he stomped on the brake. Mary's eyes were wide as he snatched up the phone and held it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Andre Mitchel." The voice on the other end was male, deep and gruff. "My name is Grant Easton. I understand that you are travelling with the werewolf, Mary Locke."
Andre's brow puckered. Why only call them now? "Yes. And we are being hunted by the Locke family for killing Paul Locke—"
"So we have seen. We have been watching you and Mary for some time. Crossing into Canada threw us a little. But we have found you again. And if we can find you, they can find you. So are you willing to turn yourselves over to us?"
"What are you talking about?" Andre gripped the phone tightly.
Mary stared with wide eyes, though if the call was loud enough for her to hear, he didn't know.
"Just what I said."
"I have heard nothing from you or any of Zoe's contacts since she died. Mary and I haven't been running from you. We've wanted you guys to contact us so that we could get a way out of the Americas!"
There was a moment's silence. "My apologies," Easton said, though he sounded anything but apologetic. "I thought that Zoe had told you."
"We didn't really have a chance to speak." There was another long silence. Andre tapped his fingers against his thigh, gritting his teeth. Eventually, he couldn't stand it anymore. "I already tried to tell you what happened, two weeks ago when we first got a call."
"Tell me now."
Trying to be as concise as he could, he told Easton about what had happened on that day. Mary seemed to shrink in on herself as he spoke, and by the time he was done, her arms were wrapped around herself and she stared out of the window. He reached out to her, but she shivered at his touch and he withdrew.
When he was finished, there was a loud sigh from the other end of the line. "Zoe should have told you right away. You were being offered sanctuary. The werewolf was not."
Mary's head whipped around. So she could hear. Her eyes widened and she clenched her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Why not?" Andre growled.
"She's a Locke. That family has been hunting other Shifters for generations now. We couldn't allow her to breach our security and bring her family down on us. Our work is too important."
"But she's running from them." Andre struggled to keep his voice from rising. "She was the one who killed Paul Locke, to save my life. Her family is a danger to her as well!"
"Perhaps. Or perhaps Locke was already dying and they used the situation to gain your sympathies and have her infiltrate our ranks as if she was a refugee… but that does not matter right now. Matters have changed, and you must bring in the werewolf."
Andre shoved open his car door, Easton's cold tone making his Bear roar in challenge. "Why? What has changed? If you are planning to hurt Mary, I will rip out your throat."
"If you don't bring her in, then we will have no choice but to execute you both."
"For what?" Andre shouted, then flinched. He turned. Mary was stepping from the car, her face ashen. The Bear took a deep breath and walked several meters down the road to put distance between them. "Mary has done nothing wrong."
"And I have no doubt you believe that. The truthfulness of her claims will be determined at her trial."
"Trial? For being a Locke? You don't know how they treat their daughters in that community."
"We will get back to you with where you need to go."
Easton hung up. Andre repressed the urge to fling the cell phone onto the ground and leave it there. He shoved the tiny thing into his pocket, closing his eyes. He lifted his face to the warm sunlight, hoping that would help to calm him a little bit. It didn't do much other than to remind him that Mary was still watching.
Mary.
She stood by the car, clutching the car door, watching him with wide eyes. Reluctantly, he headed back to her.
***
Andre pointed to a spot right beside a huge, round inlet of watermarked Hudson Bay on the map. "This is where we're going," he said. He pointed just above the American border. "This is where we are."
Mary held a water bottle out to him. She tried to keep the guilt off her face as he drank it; there were enough painkillers crushed and dissolved in the water to knock him out for an hour at least. But what other choice did she have? He had said that they would take their chances on the run and that he wasn't going anywhere near the other Bears if he didn't know their intentions for her.
She had kept the cell phone in her pocket since they had received the phone call telling them that they would be executed if they didn't turn themselves in. She told Andre that she wanted a chance to reason with the Bears when they called again. Truthfully, she had her own plans.
Andre was not going to die because of her.
Less than an hour later, Andre was stretched out in the backseat while Mary drove. When the phone rang, she answered, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
The words came out all jumbled. "I know my family did terrible things, but I don't know what they did exactly. That doesn't matter, I can't trust them–I mean you can't trust me because of them and that's okay. I don't expect to be trusted. But I've put Andre in danger and I can't let anything happen to him. So just tell me where to go and I'll go there."
She stopped and sucked in a deep breath, listening anxiously. Andre snorted from the backseat and she tensed, but he didn't wake. The silence from the other end of the phone seemed to stretch on forever. Tears stung her eyes. They weren't going to tell her where to go. They were just going to kill her and Andre. Between the Bears and her family, there was no way out of this.
"Please," she begged. "Please tell me where to go."
"You're not going to ask what we have planned for you?" The male voice was sarcastic.
Mary sighed in relief, closing her eyes. "I don't care. I just want Andre to be safe."
Would he be safe if she died? Or would the rage and grief that consumed him after the deaths of Isadore and Eve rise up and take him again? She glanced in the mirror, finding his face. The cares and worries melted away in his sleep, making him look younger than his twenty-nine years. He was so young, and yet he had already been hurt so much. How could she add to that in any way?
"I love him," she whispered. "I can't let him die because of me."
"You'll be coming to a city in half an hour. There will be a fabric store on the right-hand side of the road, right as you get there. Stop there." The man's voice was neutral and she couldn't tell from his inflections what was going to happen to her once they were there. "We'll be waiting."
He hung up before she could confirm. She expected to feel more panicked than this, but her pulse remained steady. She glanced at Andre again, and a fond smile spread over her face. She would take his face and voice with her wherever she went. He would be in her heart and memories for the rest of her life.
And if worse came to worse, it would have to be enough.
***
Andre was still fast asleep when she pulled into the parking lot of the fabric store. Several people, all as tall and muscular as Andre, were waiting, along with a grey van with tinted windows. Mary sucked in a deep breath before she stepped out of the car. With all these powerful Bears around, she felt very insignificant and wondered if this was the best course of action after all.
It's for Andre. Even if she remained a prisoner, it was better than him getting killed or succumbing to the black rage that had nearly killed Julia for no reason, other than that she was Paul's daughter.
Still, as the Bears watched her, she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
"We're here," she said, then repeated herself louder because her voice was so dry it came out a choked whisper.
A couple of the Bears moved past her, but one–taller than Andre, with a pointed face and blond hair–stood in front of her, staring down with a curious expression. Mary got the impression of a polar bear and shivered, wondering if this Bear was as dangerous and unpredictable as the arctic animals themselves.
"What did you do to Andre Mitchel?"
Mary winced. "I… I drugged him. He would never have come here if he was awake."
"Then why did you come?"
"Because he was told that we'd be killed if we didn't. Between you guys and my family, we can't run. I'm not going to let Andre die because of me!"
The man raised a brow. "And what if you are going to die now?"
It seemed a very likely possibility as she stared into the Bear's eyes, but Mary tried to hide her trembling. She forced her shoulders straight. "As long as Andre is safe."
One of the Bears that had checked on Andre, a smaller man with black hair shot through with white, came back to the blond. He whispered into the taller Bear's ear. The blond man's expression remained absolutely unreadable, even though Mary searched for some way to determine what he was thinking and what would happen to her.
She was a good head shorter than any of the Bears around her, and even though she was strong despite her size, she wasn't strong enough to fight her way out of this, even if she had been inclined to try.
The blond Bear nodded suddenly. He turned to the small one. "Put the Bear in cuffs."
Mary's eyes widened. "Why?"
"You said yourself that he would not come here if he was awake. We can't risk him attacking once he's awake. You will sit in the back with him and a couple of my Bears will drive you to where you need to go. Understood?"
Mary trembled but nodded. Oh, Luna! Please let this be the right choice.
Andre woke as they were binding him. At first, he jerked away in an uncoordinated manner and Mary pressed herself in beside the Bear tying his feet so she could lay a hand on Andre's face to keep him from lashing out once he was aware of what was happening. His black eyes opened and blinked rapidly.
"Mary?"
"Don't fight," she said.
He jerked from the Bears and roared. His hands yanked towards the throat of the nearest Bear and she grabbed them, pressing her palms against his. "Andre, don't fight. This is the only way."
Andre didn't seem to notice, snarling at the Bears. His hands were firmly tied together by this time, and when Mary glanced backwards, she saw that his feet were trussed as well. She straddled her soulmate, cupping his face with her hands.
"Calm down, Andre. It's just a precaution. They're going to take us somewhere now. Somewhere where we will be safe from my family."
Andre roared, thrashing against her. The black of his eyes expanded, taking up his whole gaze, and the skin beneath her fingers shifted, a soft fuzz growing over his face.
"Andre!" Mary shouted, making herself be heard over his snarls. "Would you rather that we didn't come and I died?"
He stopped fighting instantly. A pang hit Mary's stomach at the look in his eyes, shocked and full of grief. He was thinking of his wife and daughter, and how they had died. But he had stopped fighting, and that was what she needed right now.
She helped him sit up and buckled a seatbelt around his waist. "I'm sorry, Andre. I'm sorry. But we both know this was the only way."
Andre's shoulders slumped and he turned his face away, staring out the window. Mary's heart sank into her stomach. She slid to the other window seat and wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes.
This was the right choice, she told herself firmly. It was the only way we were going to survive.